Spring is an exciting time of year! What I love about it is the anticipation of what is to come. Just like waiting to unwrap the presents under the Christmas tree when I was a child, the anticipation of flowers unfurling from their tightly wrapped buds is half the fun. Come see what's in my garden and what awaits.
Welcome to my garden!
The early flowering plants like chives preside over the lambs ears just now presenting their gifts still wrapped in the bud. . . .
The heavenly scent of the gardenia is sparked in my memory by its bud. . . .
The rose with its thorns reminds me that like in life along with its beauty must come hurt at times. . . .
The baptisa stands in my shadow as I photograph its promise-to-be. . . .
The delicate columbine bows its head in prayer before opening its bud into a thing of beauty. . . .
Just when I think the blue-eyed grass flower has stopped blooming a new blossom appears the next day reminding me that God's blessings are new every morning. . . .
The strawberry bud becomes a pretty flower and then bears fruit but just like life I must be patient for it to ripen. . . .
The lily will burst open reminding me of the exuberance of that young child that I once was on Christmas morning. . . .
The stern-looking penstemon will surprise with its delicate bell-shaped flowers. . . .
The ox-eye daisy just showed up in the gravel in my garden and sows its everyday beauty everywhere every Spring. . . .
For years I did not have many blooms on my peonies. Come to find out the tight buds make excellent missiles to throw at one's brother. . . .
The climbing hydrangea that I planted a few years ago has finally started its climb upward on the arbor trellis--a reminder to not give up. . . .
“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.”